T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"is this real?"

"I can eat Wind Spirits too?"

"Wow, I'm getting the treatment that belongs to French fries, potatoes, and a warm bed!"

"I've never felt anything so wonderful... Hey, hey, Feng Ling, don't go!"

Still pondering why Orange Tea had given up on him, the jailer looked up and his mouth dropped open.

A water wall rises from the ground, isolating the light green mother tree from the outside world.

The black cavalry, tearing the earth apart, braked as they faced the wall formed by abundant water elements, their neighing echoing across the land.

The warhorses behind, still charging forward, had no time to slow down and crashed straight into their comrades in front.

With a dull "thump, thump," the people and horses, sprawled out on their backs, crashed through the thick wall of water, vomiting blood continuously.

Before they could even get up and attack the light green mother tree, the person waiting behind the water wall, holding a money-stealing knife, stepped forward and slashed at them.

The Fallen Star Siren's [Tide Summoning] can amplify and strengthen skills, and can also be cast independently; the water wall is Jiang Heyi's creation.

He saw the cavalry attacking in twos and threes from various angles, and instantly realized that it was impossible to completely intercept and kill them.

Rather than being led by the nose, we should create a geographical advantage to neutralize their offensive.

Without their speed advantage, the cavalry, huddled together, became easy targets, being sent flying in droves.

I lent the money-stealing knife to Orange Tea to play with for a while. He killed more than a dozen people, but didn't get a single piece of loot.

"I thought giving it to you would guarantee a 100% drop rate." The blanket was very disappointed.

Orange Tea sighed, "What kind of person do you take me for?"

Jiang Heyi's short sword surged forth like a tide, washing away the thick scent of blood.

He cautioned, "So far, none of the units attacking the Light Green Mother Tree have used magic. Be careful."

The jailer wishes there was magic; if spirits can manipulate ordinary people and can't use [Echoes of Vengeance], how are they supposed to complete the mission?

The countdown has ended for more than ten seconds.

"Bed, have you found the fifth enemy?" Jiang Heyi asked.

After quickly circling the dense forest, Beiwo exclaimed in surprise, "We haven't seen a single enemy."

A strange vibration came from above everyone's heads.

The sound of flapping wings grew louder and louder. Looking in the direction of the sound, Zhong Zemo was taken aback.

"Holy crap, we already have dragoons in round 5?"

The backs of more than ten dragons were crowded with creatures of different races.

As the dragon swiftly flew past the light green mother tree, they leaped down, using magic to slow themselves down. Like birds, they adjusted their posture and flight direction in the air, plummeting dozens of meters before landing gently.

"Holy crap, there are paratroopers too?"

Many of the units that parachuted in exuded magical energy. Without the need for staffs, they chanted softly, and a dangerous rhythm spread, instantly forming a magical flash that pointed at the mother tree.

Like a dragon scattering rice onto the earth, these magicians set fires everywhere after landing, creating chaos that made it difficult to maintain proper boundaries between reality and illusion.

The light green mother tree's health bar dropped rapidly. The health that had been restored by half with orange tea gradually returned to the base value when entering the dungeon.

The jailer finally had his fill of killing. He controlled a mage who was casting [Elemental Fusion Torrent], causing the dying soul to control the body and fire at his companions.

It's like a remotely controlled flashlight; wherever it goes, the magician vanishes into thin air.

"Four Primitives, if you die suddenly at the start of the game, can I play with your soul?" The jailer chuckled. "I read in a guide that necromancers have a special spell called [End-of-Life Care], which can temporarily revive you for 20 seconds, allowing you to cast spells at will."

The community's discussion about "end-of-life care" skills is not about their intensity, but rather about who came up with the name.

Could he really be a necromancer?

Only a necromancer could make borrowing a companion's corpse sound so tactful and respectable.

The four primal beings had just exhausted all their magic power and were in a state of exhaustion.

Hearing my own darling say this, I couldn't help but think of some classic necromancer jokes.

He had a premonition that if the high-difficulty dungeon went wrong, the jailer would pick up the souls of the six people and, with a mix of tears and laughter, lead the "new boundary between reality and illusion" and the BOSS in another overtime battle.

The sixth round followed immediately, with the opponents at the boundary between reality and illusion being the dragons that had just parachuted in with magicians.

They stood high above, spewing flames that scorched the pale green canopy of the mother tree.

French fries and potatoes pierced the air with sword energy, cutting through the dragon flames.

Two sword beams, one red and one blue, caused the dragon's blood to stain the earth crimson, nourishing the mother tree.

The Spatial Slash's domineering long-range attack makes the flying advantage of the dragon seem like a joke.

They are far easier to eliminate than ground units; their size means that the boundary between the real and virtual worlds doesn't require precise aiming, allowing them to be released at will and easily succeed.

"Tea God, Tea God, please give me some pleasure!" the jailer pleaded, his voice almost begging. "If I don't have Wind Spirit and Fire Spirit to extend my attack range, I'll... please, please!"

Orange Tea couldn't help but chuckle. If she had just mentioned it, she wouldn't have been able to ignore it. But the jailer still had to beg in a humble tone. It was practically a performance.

It sounds like she bullied him.

The spirits on the fries and potatoes withdrew, and even the water spirits on the four primal beings slowed down their support output.

"Here, I've temporarily withdrawn all the support I gave to the others. I'm giving you the best of everything." Orange Tea tilted her head. "There are still seven flying dragons in the sky. Can you take care of two of them?"

The jailer, who was always unserious, had intended to give a lighthearted reply, but for no apparent reason, he was being stared at by Orange Tea, which made him feel itchy all over and his blood rushing to his head.

"Come!"

He will let his actions speak for themselves!

The power controlled by the novice spirit was like a steel needle, piercing into the dragon's consciousness and stirring it violently.

The dragon, whose consciousness had been invaded, convulsed violently, its scales gushing blood, blooming into vibrant, fiery blood flowers in the air.

The struggle at the level of consciousness did not last long. As the jailer's magic penetrated into the dragon's consciousness, it suppressed all of the dragon's rationality. Its body, like a puppet, was tied to the jailer's hand by the threads that allowed it to control itself.

"Use Dragonfire on your companion!"

The dragons, which had been carefully dodging Jiang Heyi's spatial slash, had just made a pendulum-like maneuver, and were about to unleash their dragon flames from the treetops.

The powerful burst of fire from behind caught all the dragons completely off guard.

The scorching dragon flames, hot enough to melt metal, swept across the backs of every dragon like a plow, instantly charring and cracking their thick, rough scales, turning them into grayish-white dust that drifted away in the wind.

The intense heat scorched their flesh and blood, and the excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone marrow made every dragon experience the agonizing agony of having its spirit choked by the jailer.

"Knock them all down!"

The jailer clenched his fist and gave an unquestionable command to the powerful dragon spirit that was about to break free from his control.

The next second, several "meteorites" fell from the sky.

The controlled dragon spread its wings with all its might, and in a posture that resembled a human leaping, it crashed straight into and overturned a group of dragons.

Its flight attitude was disrupted, and the dragon crashed to the ground like dumplings.

Their robust physical attributes allow them to struggle to get up even after landing without protection.

The dragon, dizzy from the fall, was powerless to resist the spatial slash that was right in front of it.

After connecting six levels in one go, the Light Green Mother Tree still had one-third of its health remaining, and the Orange Tea was still continuously repairing it.

The situation is great!

"Phew, it's not as difficult as I imagined," the jailer said, hands on his hips, looking down at the entire room with an air of arrogance.

Jiang Heyi and the fries exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

The two exchanged glances and clapped their hands without hesitation.

From a team vampire who could only summon undead creatures and play a supporting role, to a true necromancer who now demonstrates a certain degree of dominance, Jailer Bro has spent nearly a year in the game.

With equipment and skills, the jailer's combat strength is quite considerable.

Zhong Zemo also took a moment to clap his hands.

We should not be stingy with encouragement; children in their developmental stages need to build self-confidence.

"Alright, I'll try to give you a few more bites during the spirit-binding phase in the future."

As the team's top support and the master of the elemental spirits, Orange Tea carefully evaluated the results of the battle and gave an affirmative answer.

The jailer was overjoyed.

"Yay, I can finally have a hot meal!"

Team games are realistic, while random team games are brutal.

Resources should be allocated in a limited manner to the players who contribute the most.

This is not discrimination, but rather an assessment of each person's abilities to maximize the use of existing resources.

However, few people like blunt language, and since job discrimination is prevalent in most games, it sounds particularly jarring.

"You think you're qualified to be a support player?"

"How dare you ask a wet nurse to take care of you after doing this?"

"You're not eligible to be a victim of sexual assault."

Some people call this series of quotes utilitarian, but the core of it is actually just one sentence.

"Nobody wants to fail repeatedly."

Even in a fixed team, too many failures can lead to low morale and distorted performance.

Therefore, whether it's a fixed team or a random team, being assigned team resources means that the team recognizes your value from a technical perspective.

The jailer was well aware of this.

French fries, potatoes, blankets, and tetramorphs are all examples of how people acquire resources based on their own abilities.

Zhong Zemo is even more capable of not relying on resources.

After all this time, he finally managed to get a spirit from Orange Tea. Only he knows how wonderful that experience was.

He couldn't help but repeat it triumphantly: "I feel that the 5th floor is not as difficult as I imagined. It's just a tower defense game to protect the World Tree. Without the level suppression, it's simple and straightforward."

Jiang Heyi also felt that he had been too conservative before starting the war.

In the first six rounds, although the monsters displayed formidable abilities, their overall combat strength was significantly weaker than the boundary between reality and illusion.

Currently, there is no monster that can directly withstand the Space Slash combo; there are only monsters with quantity and formation.

"Wait, why is the countdown for round 7 delayed for so long?"

French fries are alert.

To celebrate the jailer's human-like behavior, everyone stopped to rest and chat for a while, while the scattered dragon corpses on the field had already been collected by the system.

For a full minute, there was no system countdown, as if the official team had deliberately given players free time to adjust.

So kind... there's something wrong with the bag.

"Bed, have you found the monster?"

The blankets lurked in the shadows, wandering throughout the room.

Perception emerges from the shadows, permeating every corner.

"Ok?"

She frowned in suspicion.

Her extended senses seemed to collide with ripples, creating countless echoes that made it difficult for her to perceive the other person's exact physical outline.

"What is this... Holy crap!"

Dark clouds are coming.

Without warning, the sky suddenly darkened.

The raging fire in the dense forest made the area where the light green mother tree stood look like the main venue for a bonfire party.

"Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!" The blankets started yelling from a great distance, and I jumped out of the shadows.

Before Jiang Heyi and the others could figure out why she was in such a hurry, they saw the dark, inky human silhouettes following behind the shadows.

Most of them retreated back into the shadow after escaping from the bed, but the remaining two were unable to retreat in time and remained outside the shadow.